My Upper Lake! ! ! Poem by bushra hussaini

sometimes when I feel overwhelmed,
by the complication of life, busy schedule,
meetings, expectations and deadlines.
I feel that iam lost, iam in trape,
I go to my beautiful upper lake.
for comfort, for solace.
I stay their little longer and feel its peace,
I close my burning eyes and feel its soothing effect.
when nobody is around then i even weep,
in its deep silence, I hear my heart beat.
at night when stars dance on it,
and full moon look down at me.
I talk with my magnificent lake,
and sometimes i share my grief.
I shed tears and laugh wildest,
I rejoice my happiness, celebrate my success,
my dark hours to my brightest day with my lovely lake.
this lake is immortal and very old,
have seen all seasons and is valuble as gold.
many people come to her for peace and solace.
it is god greatest gift.
its know many secrets and mysteries.
the lakeview always fasinate me,
the blue, the tame, the fresh lake.
beautiful and sweet like desert rose,
calm like women in love.
sometimes the silver lake,
ever quiet even sad.
mist filled in winter embracing the shore of it,
indeed it is the shore of peace.
so quiet, so silent, so serene, so deep.
I go down to lake again and again.
to the lonely lake and the open sky,
and l ask the old and tall mountains,
and a stars to walk by me,
stand my by me in such still moments.
I go down for the call of the running tide.
the chill wind biting into my flesh,
and reaching to my eternal soul.
the way of life is strange,
I live on illusive dreams,
build castle on baseless foundation.
try to reach the unreachble stars,
in fantasy of impossible dream.

bushra ul hussaini